I can’t believe it’s over I watched the whole thing fall And I never saw the writing that was on the wall If I’d only knew The days were slipping past That the good things never last That you were crying Summer turned to winter And the snow it turned to rain And the rain turned into tears upon your face I hardly recognized the girl you are today And god I hope it’s not too late It’s not too late ‘Cause you are not alone I’m always there with you And we’ll get lost together Till the light comes pouring through ‘Cause when you feel like you’re done And the darkness has won Babe, you’re not lost When your [...]
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A foggy day in London Town, Had me low, had me down. I viewed the morning with such alarm, British museum had lost its charm. How long, I wonder, could this thing last? But the age of miracles hadn’t past, For suddenly i saw you there. And through foggy London town the sun was shining everywhere. A foggy day in London Town, Had me low, had me down. I viewed the morning with such alarm, Your British museum had lost its charm. How long, I wonder, could this thing last? But the age of miracles hadn’t past, For suddenly i saw you there. And in a foggy London town the sun was shining everywhere.
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Come fly with me, let’s fly, let’s fly away If you can use some exotic booze There’s a bar in far Bombay Come fly with me, let’s fly, let’s fly away Come fly with me, let’s float down to Peru In llama land there’s a one-man band And he’ll toot his flute for you Come fly with me, let’s take off in the blue Once I get you up there where the air is rarified We’ll just glide, starry-eyed Once I get you up there I’ll be holding you so near You may hear angels cheer ’cause we’re together Weather-wise it’s such a lovely day You just say the words and we’ll beat the birds Down to Acapulco Bay It’s [...]
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This thing called love I just can’t handle it This thing called love I must get round to it I ain’t ready Crazy little thing called love This thing (this thing) Called love (called love) It cries (like a baby) In a cradle all night It swings (woo woo) It jives (woo woo) It shakes all over like a jelly fish I kinda like it Crazy little thing called love There goes my baby She knows how to rock ‘n’ roll She drives me crazy She gives me hot and cold fever Then she leaves me in a cool cool sweat I gotta be cool, relax, get hip And get on my track’s Take a back seat, hitch-hike And take [...]
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